It’s been a year since I started this blog, and I read through my About page again recently, wondering if it still describes me and what I want this to be. I sound desperately aspirational and keen, don’t I?
I’m still behind all those things, but what I seem to be writing about is less my life in the sticks, and more stuff I happen to have cooked. Though I do often buy the ingredients sustainably from local markets or have grown it myself. I’m not sure if I’m a food blog, a lifestyle thing or a gardening blog. All the advice I read suggests picking a single subject and sticking with it, be focussed and post regularly. The latter hasn’t been an issue so far; there are plenty of drafts that don’t see the light of day due to questionable reader interest levels!
Perhaps I need to change the name of my blog? Since I seem to spend a lot of time preserving stuff, perhaps the title should reflect this a little more closely…How about “Completely Pickled”, with a tagline of ‘oodles of fermentable stuff, with a bit of jam chucked in’? Or maybe just ‘LeftHandedChopsticks – ramblings of an expat to me mates back home’?
Maybe it doesn’t matter. I’m enjoying the writing, I know my friends back home are enjoying reading, and that’s as much as I ever hoped for this. Fame and fortune never were my drivers. What I would really love though, and I read this a lot from other bloggers, is to hear more from my readers. What bits do you like? What stuff makes you roll your eyes? What bits make you come back and carry on following (tell me – so I can do more of those!)?
I love Sydney to bits; after 7 years it’s still my favourite city in the world. Obviously I’d love all my UK chums to come out here to live! Having moved to a much less fashionable suburb in the Central Coast, I do also want to advertise how gorgeous this area of the world is. It’s looked down upon by Sydney – the number of times I get the blank look and a flat ‘….oh’ from Inner West people when I tell them where I’ve moved to is depressing.
Because it’s stunning here. I have to pinch myself, regularly, as I commute across the Hawkesbury River and enjoy the view around Mullett Creek on the train, as we cycle around Brisbane Water, as we drink coffee in Ettalong and buy our local, organic food from The Entrance, Avoca or Woy Woy markets. Maybe that is an expat thing – where I come from, we’re packed in like sardines, and to get gorgeous vistas, we need to spend 10 hours in traffic to get to the Lake District, or Wales. (sorry Cornwall, Scotland et al, you’re all lovely too but I didn’t know you as well). Here, I walk out my door and there it all is.
So – go on! Tell me what you think! I’d love to hear everyone’s point of view. In the meantime, I’m going to continue on with my foodie ramblings and extolling the virtues of life in modern Aus.